this life

with its morning wakings

and thirty thousand sun paths

smells like nothing

without the one

why strive for yellow dust

or blast holes into mountain sides

or sacrifice to understand

without the one

athena your gifts are gone to waste

yours too hera and artemis and others

the grapes rot on the ground 

because i neglected your shrine

, you sea foamed swan,

i did not bleed your dove

or worship properly, love